K Suave - 3 lyrics

Ahaha, yeah (Yo, Bwser, chill)
What you talking 'bout?
Ayy, what you talking 'bout?
Damn, what you talking 'bout?
I know you hate me, I know you hate me now
I know you hate me, I know you hate me now
Don't be afraid of rejection
Just keep slaying, ho
(yeah ah ah ah ah)
She want (What the fuck you want?) woo

Three hoes in my bed
One of 'em gotta go instead
Damn, hit me when you land
All my bitches bad, they tens
I'm out in New York
I'm ballin' like I'm Jeremy Lin
Baby girl, this Versace
This is not no friends
Damn, she gon' choose up 'cause she
See I got them bands
Your bitch, she ain't got no manners
She keep reachin' in my pants
Off the D'usse, I can't believe, yeah
She say you don't do her
Right and I mistreat her

But I do, damn, what you do?
Can't hotbox, you ain't got no roof
I make her blow me just like a flute
She got a man so she actin' prude
But the bitch keep sendin' me nudes
I heard your song, that shit was poop
My voice make her wet like a pool
She keeping texting me like
"What's the move?"
I'm in the sky like an eagle
She gon' suck on that dick like mosquito
This Don Julio, not Titos
Shootin' my shot just like a freethrow
Smoking loud, my niggas bustin'
You know that girl but she fuckin'
She don't love me but she know something
Fuckin' her face, she got concussion
Booty soft like a muffin
In Calabasas in a mansion
Thot slayer, I got hoes kissing
Kill a nigga, we don't need a witness
I break a record like a nigga Guinness
Hella hoes so a nigga pimpin'
She wanna give me all her tuition
Playin' hard to get, I ain't trippin'
I want your head like a barber
Her body fake like a Barbie
Got three hoes and my money
Got bitches waitin' in the lobby
That's a Range Rover, not a Pontiac
Fly by like a fighter jet
Your bitch with me, tell her sit back
Kick her out, she don't know how to act

Three hoes in my bed
One of 'em gotta go instead
Damn, hit me when you land
All my bitches bad, they tens
I'm out in New York
I'm ballin' like I'm Jeremy Lin
Baby girl, this Versace
This is not no friends
Damn, she gon' choose up 'cause she
See I got them bands
Your bitch, she ain't got no manners
She keep reachin' in my pants
Off the D'usse, I can't believe, yeah
She say you don't do her
Right and I mistreat her

Yeah, yeah ooh, ooh, yeah, ah
Yeah swish, yeah, yeah, yeah